My sexual encounter

My sexual encounter

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Hi, my name is Alexis. I'm seventeen. I go to a small private school with a bunch of rich kids that are too cocky for their own good. I hate it here. I'm the trouble maker of the family, the bad seed. I constantly am putting the family name to shame with my antics. My older brother, Marcus and my father, Brian are all I have. We aren't really your typical, lovey family. Honestly we don't even fight much either. Dad's always off at work so Marcus and I kinda just do as we please. Anyways, I'm a senior in high school and am ready to get the hell out of this place, nothing could stop me... Or so I think. *WARNING- SEXUAL CONTENT AND LANGUAGE*
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